Chapter 4: Wildcat

Daniela

I blinked through the hazy, spinning fog in my mind, completely confused. “Who… sent me? Nobody sent me. I just… I feel so hot, and I want you to take it. I want it to be you.”

He stared at me, his sharp jaw clenching as he scanned my trembling lips, my heavily dilated pupils, and the sheer desperation rolling off my body. His eyes darkened with realization. “Were you drugged by that old creep?”

I nodded shyly, my cheeks burning with a fresh wave of embarrassment.

He let out a sharp, frustrated breath. “Then you need a hot bath or proper medication, sweetheart. I don't care how beautiful you are—I don't fuck girls who are out of their minds on a trip.”

“No… please, please don't leave me like this,” I begged. “I won’t blame you in the morning. I swear I won’t. Please… I’ve saved it for two years for a man who didn't even want me. I want to lose it to you. Just take it.”

He stood frozen, his chest heaving as my raw, unfiltered pleading stripped away his rigid control. He leaned down, his breath burning against my lips.

“Fine,” he growled, his thumb gripping my chin tightly. “But remember these words tomorrow morning, wildcat. I don't do easy fucks. If I take you, I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

A violent, thrilling shiver shot straight to my core, but I nodded desperately. “Yes. Please.”

“Follow me.”

He turned and led the way down a private corridor, and I followed him like a lost, desperate puppy, my eyes glued to the broad expanse of his shoulders.

The moment he unlocked the massive oak door to his top-floor penthouse suite, a wave of nervous realization crashed through my chest. The room was massive, dripping in dark leather, mahogany wood, and a floor-to-ceiling glass view of the glittering city skyline.

The handsome stranger didn't say a word. He walked straight over to a sleek black marble bar, pouring himself a heavy glass of neat whiskey. He stood there for a moment, slowly rolling his sleeves up over his muscular, tattooed forearms, looking so effortlessly dominant and sexy it made my breath hitch.

He downed the amber liquid in one sharp swallow, turned around, and leveled me with a burning, unblinking stare.

“Come here.”

My legs trembled as I walked closer, stopping a few meters away from where he stood near the edge of a leather sofa.

“Strip.”

My cheeks exploded into a deep, crimson blush. But as if my body was being completely controlled by his deep command, I let the silk slide down my skin, pooling at my ankles. I stood there shivering, left in only my simple lace bra and matching underwear.

“Stop,” he ordered, as I was about to pull off my lace bra.

I froze, holding my breath as his eyes slowly dragged across every inch of my exposed skin, devouring my natural curves with an intense, heavy appreciation.

“You have such a beautiful body,” he murmured and a fresh wave of heat bloomed in my chest.

He thinks I'm beautiful. Even a powerful, dangerous man like him looked at me with genuine desire—unlike Ethan. Stupid, blind Ethan who had made me feel like an unattractive obligation for two long years.

“On your knees and pull my cock out,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving mine.

I dropped to my knees on the plush rug before him, my heart hammering against my ribs. With trembling fingers, I reached out and unbuckled his belt, sliding his zipper down. The moment his massive, thick shaft popped free, completely hard and throbbing with dark veins, a sharp gasp escaped my lips.

He was so big and I genuinely wondered if it would fit inside me.

"Are you scared, wild cat?" he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly whisper as he noticed my hesitation.

What if I said yes and he suddenly stopped? What if he kicked me out right now?

I immediately shook my head, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

So stop staring at it and take it, wild cat," he growled, his gaze darkening with an unyielding intensity. "I'm not a man of patience."

Determined to prove I could handle him, I leaned down. My tongue darted out, licking the bead of precum on the head, and I purred in pleasure at the salty taste, my thighs growing sticky with arousal.

But as I tried to go further, the sheer reality of his size hit me all over again. I panicked, desperate to please him but completely out of my depth.

Because I was rushing, my movements became awkward, clumsy, and completely uncoordinated. I felt his muscles tense, but it wasn't from pleasure—it was from frustration.

Tears of pure shame pricked the corners of my eyes. Great, Daniela. Ethan was right. You really do suck at this.

His large hands suddenly wrapped firmly around my jaw, halting me completely. He tilted my face upward, forcing my tear-filled eyes to lock with his burning blue gaze.

“Stop,” he murmured softly, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. “Look at me, wildcat.”

“I—I’m sorry,” I whispered, my cheeks burning with utter mortification. “I don't know what I'm doing.”

A slow, wicked smirk touched his lips. “I can tell. You're wrapping your teeth around me like you're trying to bite into an apple, sweetheart. That’s not how you handle a man.”

He leaned back against the leather sofa, his large fingers sliding down my jaw to rest heavily on the back of my neck, guiding my posture.

“Relax your jaw,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a deep, filthy register that sent an immediate shiver straight down my spine. “Use your lips to cover your teeth. Completely smooth. Now, wrap your hand around the base—tight grip, but don't squeeze the life out of me.”

I did exactly what he said, my body humming under the absolute authority in his tone.

“Good. Now lean in,” he whispered, his grip on the back of my neck tightening just enough to control the depth. “Don't just use your mouth. Use your tongue. Circle the tip every time you move down. Slow down… damn it, yes, just like that.”

A low, guttural grunt tore from the back of his throat, and the sound sent a sudden, intoxicating rush of power straight to my head. I did that. I made this terrifying man make that sound.

“Now look up at me while you do it,” he growled. I tilted my head, holding his fierce, possessive gaze through the haze of my blurred vision.

“Fuck, you’re an incredibly fast learner. Keep that exact pace, wildcat. Don't stop.”

Within minutes, his hips twitched forward automatically under the intense friction.

Don't stop… right there,” he rasped, his large hand guiding my head to dictate the deep, relentless rhythm. Every time he pushed deep against the back of my throat, it left me completely breathless.

The fierce, bruising grip of his fingers tangled in my hair radiated through me, transforming the sharp sting of pain into a dark, pulsing pleasure that flooded straight down to my core.

“Oh… I’m almost there, wildcat,” he groaned, his head throwing back as his breath came in ragged gasps.

“Swallow it. Take it all in your pretty little mouth.”

I did exactly as he said, capturing every heavy drop as he completely came, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.

He stayed still for a long, quiet moment, his chest heaving as he slowly dragged in sharp breaths of air to regain his composure.

Before I could even swallow or look away, his large hands wrapped under my arms. With a single, effortless surge of raw strength, he hoisted me up and slammed me back down against the cold marble top of the bar.

I let out a soft gasp as the chill of the stone bit into my bare thighs, but the cold vanished instantly when his towering frame leaned in, pinning me down. He didn't give me a second to breathe. He hooked a finger under my jaw, tilted my face upward, and crashed his mouth down onto mine in a fierce, absolute kiss.

He tasted of expensive whiskey and an intoxicating flavor that turned my blood to liquid fire.

As his lips consumed mine, he pressed his weight forward, grinding his hips hard into my middle. The heavy, unyielding friction sent a jolt of pure heat straight through me. I parted my lips, trying desperately to match his fierce, unrelenting rhythm but no matter how I tried, I couldn't match him. Between the bruising pressure of his mouth and the rhythm of his hips against mine, he was too dominant, completely consuming me until my head spun and my body grew weak.

Suddenly, his hand slid down from my waist, gripping the edge of my lace panties. With one sharp, possessive jerk, he ripped them completely off my body. I gasped into the kiss as his large hand immediately slid inside me, his long fingers finding my slick, aching heat and driving me completely over the edge.